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Poetic Monday - Adversity (Live video)

6/18/2012

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Live reciting at OneMic OneVoice radio show on
www.Latalklive.com/new/one-mic-one-voice

Adversity

You’ve stepped into quick sand
Frantically in panic for your life
The fastest seconds you can ever experience
Leaving you in delirium but did you know you can still survive?
 
That’s right…
Regain your composure
Control your actions you can save yourself from this fatal fashion
 
Look at the bigger picture through a focused mind
No one can steal your mental shine
 
Adversity can only bring you down if you choose to fall in your faith
No matter the unfortunate circumstances you can push through it
And start advancing
 
Living in a world of risk and reward the biggest risk you can pass up is not giving enough. Don’t subside your trust.
 
Just trust
 
You can be the best you in every shape, in every form.
Don’t let the quicksand take your heart and leave you torn.
 
Adversity
 
Brooke Jean © 2012
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Poetic Monday - Rose Petals

6/11/2012

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Rose Petals

He loves her
He loves her not
She loves him
She loves him not

Whether lover family friend or foe
There’s always multiple sides to the story
Starting with impressions that pressure you
To make judgments
Judging qualities that compliment your character
Qualifying candidates to secure your insecurities
He loves her
He loves her not
So she drives herself through insanity
Abusing her intelligence
So arrogant
So careless
That she cares so much about what he thinks of her
She forgot to care for herself
She loves him
She loves him not
So he proceeds to prowl the Market of other
Wounded arches
Cupids arrow sparking his aim on the prize
Sniper rifle parking his target carefully
His only recipe to hide emotionally
Is dividing the open sea
So appropriately
Looking for closure. Trying to heal his injured heart.
They love
They love not
Two souls separated by destiny
The referee keeps referencing towards a better future
Well their past keeps shadowing any form of progression
So they digress
Whether lover family friend or foe
There’s always multiple sides to the story
He loves her
He loves her not
She loves him
She loves him not

Brooke Jean (C) 2012

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Poetic Monday - Future Love

6/4/2012

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Future love

Every breath inhaled I exhale at the thought of us. Soft kisses neck rubs shoulder touches.

Electric vibrations penetrating through me from head to toe.
Sunset beach walks mixed with interlocking fingers.

I love to caress the timeline etched in your hands.
Passionately searching for our future. 

On second thought...

I rather enjoy the present of your presence.
 Run away with our imagination, muting the world around us and only listening to the beat of our hearts.

I hope this feeling never parts. 

As we lay, preparing for tomorrows surprises.
I can't help but watch you as you sleep.

Seeing my joy rest so peacefully I hope forever will not compete with me, I'm here for the long run.

I do not jump in relations for short chases, so let's walk together toward infinity. 

King...
I will be your queen eternity.

Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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Poetic Monday - The Vision

5/28/2012

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The Vision


I strolled through dark shadows to begin at dead ends
Evidence of my fingerprints aligning black light walls
Co-signing sky high flaws
I'm reminded I'm blessed to see the light guiding me


Collaborative forces a power beyond my recognition
I cut deep incisions to leave my mark on this journey
If ever I'm lost I can backpack the backtracks of where I need to be
I no longer need eyes. I don't need to see.


The Vision


I am the Vision


I've come to terms with my earth's purpose
Let my soul control the mold of this fossil surface
Making history while taking rookie steps
Crossing over from job holder to career taker
The road has almost met...


Long hallways. peeling wallpaper
flickering lights, torn carpeting


but


I continue to walk blind-sighted
Faith guiding my guidance, ultimately.


Distances increases with every step
more lessons learned
experience the profound professor
professing my precious pressure is the fuel keeping me alive


The goal to survive and rise.


I've reached the end
the light surrounding me in bear hug arms
open the doorknob & much to my surprise
this ending begins at the start of a new beginning


The vision never dies...


Brooke Jean (C) 2012

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Poetic Monday - rEVOLution

5/21/2012

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rEVOLution

Evolve into the change I wish to see in the world.

Verify my rights by being the verifiers intuition.

Open my heart to second chances.

Lead my soul to a brighter tomorrow, living in today's tribulations.

EVOL

Laugh when times pressure me to tears.

Observe my independence among my peers.

Voice the great endeavors ahead of me.

Exist by my actions watching my moves start existing.

LOVE

I wake up to taste the reward of my hard work. Working to keep a smile on my mothers beautiful face. I spread inspiration unconsciously because I'm living through my beliefs. I cherish breathtaking views of landscapes while they encourage my critics of life's precious moments. See the rEVOLution isn't necessarily political or rebellious acts of nature. It's the defining moments that define me. Deep impacts or small brushes of introduction every action actively  portrays me. Reflections reflect where I stand in time, while shadows show my past.


Sunrise to dark lights everyday I'm alive I am thankful.
You give me hope to pursue my dreams.
You give me support to make a difference.
You give me faith that words do not go unheard.

rEVOLution

Brooke Jean (C) 2012


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Poetic Monday - The Struggle

5/14/2012

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"The Struggle"

Media blinding my eyesight from seeing the real me.
Constantly reminding my definition of beauty will never win a Grammy or headline as breaking news.
Suffocating my space with advertisements to lose weight.

I am surprised I haven't taken drastic measures to minimize my size to please their pleasure.

It's a seed of self hate planted in my brain unconsciously I fight it off with honesty but honestly it's so cancerous I pray it doesn't take over my soul.
Truth be told I would love to be the 24/7 make-up doll every man falls on his knees for satisfying her every need.
What good would I be if I wore a mask pretending I loved walking around painted with deceit?

My role models are celebrities not historians because the world would rather breed me to idolize another human being manipulated for me to be just like her...

The domestic violence bad girl a singing superstar publicly crying for help,
drugs and the spotlight has stolen her wealth.
The cocaine skinny actress that is seconds away from overdosing her roles 6 feet deep.
The pretty whore who sleeps around for millions mistaking love for money gained at any cost.

Why should I feel lost and unworthy of special treatment because my funds won't allow me spontaneous vacations, my clothes not outrageous enough for Paris fashion pages.
My hair not down to my behind in diva hairstyles everytime you see me.

Why do I not want to be me?
It's the struggle.

Mini me's plotting to escape from inside me,
anxious to sketch out my crime scene and write the obituary to finalize me.
Somehow I manage to crawl through the barbed wire bleeding flesh and arms tired, at least I still have my dignity. When times change and I begin to be a household name I would hope the spotlight doesn't memorize me.
If you see my eyes glazed and ways start to change, I give you permission to crucify me.

I would rather die than live a lie free.

Brooke Jean (C) 2012


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Poetic Monday - There Was a Man

5/7/2012

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There Was a Man

There was a man who loved too hard
He indulged himself with kindness
Embraced a woman's anatomy
Took time to mind her mental capacity
Listened to every crying situation
Gave a tissue when she felt she couldn't make it
And advice when her visions were missing eye sight
He thought to himself
What woman would not want a man who treasured her wealth?
I give more than I have
I fight harder than I should
I try much more than I usually would
Women don't want to be protected
If they did
I should be happily married with kids
Instead I'm alone
Lonely with abundance of female friends
Who appreciate my caring sense
But my presence is not presently appreciated
Romance for me is not in question
They love me for me
So i guess there is no more love left for my heart's desire
A woman I can constantly stand by her side
Cater to her pride
Just fulfilling her body cravings
Supplying her emotions with wrapping papers
Giving the gift of love
Because I can love for eternity
So where is my woman to love me internally?
Or will I always be the passionate friend
Who heart is never tended to
Plays the part of the best male friend she ever knew.
There was a man who loved too hard
He indulged himself with kindness
Embraced a woman's anatomy
Took time to mind her mental capacity
Listened to every crying situation
Gave a tissue when she felt she could not make it.
This man lays with patience...
Praying for a wife all his life
So cursed is the man who pours out his soul
Solely to make a woman's world completely whole
Will he ever know...?

Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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Poetic Monday - Rainstorm

4/30/2012

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Rainstorm

A billion drops of liquids
Tap dancing on the pavement
Flowing towards the gutter lanes
And washing away the worlds pain
Some clouds are darker than others
Some bigger than most
The sun is undercover
Just sailing galactic boats
Little humans playing in their rain boots
Little animals biting at the sky
Flowers and cultivation
Trying to breath, just to get dry
Fireplaces are burning fiercely
Hot chocolate on the stove
Big humans cuddle up
Expressing their love, forever grown.
Some voices voice their disgust
All wet from the day
Others speak happiness
of the sky's beautiful shade of grey
The storm is getting lighter
The days a bit brighter
Higher in a joyful stable
Ceased rain has left a rainbow

Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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Poetic Monday- "R.I.P. Daddy Pooh 4/19/12"

4/23/2012

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R.I.P. Daddy Pooh 4/19/12

Grandfather wasn’t your preference
From the gray hairs struggling to reach its black roots
Age couldn’t define your eternal youth
You are my
Daddy pooh
That was your preference
You weren’t the most perfect man in the world
But is there even such a thing as perfection?
Providing unlimited love with every kiss on my cheek
Fulfilling deeds unnecessarily this is the man I will never forget
Cooking to satisfy appetites where nourishment was overdue
The epitome of jazz
Musician at heart
You gave me my first organ player
That I played faithfully until mental exhaustion overcame me
Standing over my shoulders
Showing me the ropes
Tying knots at points of contact so I wouldn’t get lost
Now I’m swimming in unanswered questions
Drowning at the thoughts of your critical condition
You can’t leave this district of hearts that need your beat
Your drums have moved me
Forever pounding through me
You introduced my soul
Broaden my horizons before I could even comprehend the value of your wealth
Easily dealt
I can’t forget those nights bowling
Casino after casino living a Nevada lifestyle
Cigarette breaks were your frequency
I always hated to see anyone smoke
But I always loved to make you smile
Many road trips to see your face
Your presence I’d feel all over me
Even if you were in the furthest room
Creaking wood cracks couldn’t silence your footsteps
Now you lay to rest from all that walking into joyous hearts
God said you needed a break
Your purpose was fulfilled
Blood running through fields of everlasting family generations
Passing on family greatness
Passion mixed with conversation
That’s how we will remember your language
Daddy pooh
I ask God to protect you like my other grandmother and Papa
That you all dance in white gowns pain free living wholeheartedly
Arched backs posture gracing every corner of heavens holy palace.
Make sure you watch down on us
Help me to make the right decisions before I get left with knife incisions
I’m happy for you.
As long as you’re happy for eternity
Daddy pooh.
I love you.
We love you.
Forever.
Amen.

Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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Poetic Monday - Your Road to Destiny

4/16/2012

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Your Road to Destiny

Look at the world like no other has perceived. 
Take the apple of your eye 
Set the focus on a horizon  
Where the climax is beneficial to your elevation. 
Sometimes it is hard to grow  
Without the proper nutrition 
But if you nourish your ambition 
The outcome can be so real 
It seems fictitious. 
Do not think a blessing cannot bless your atmosphere 
If you live in fear then you are fearing the unknown 
That possibility can possibly be serenity 
Giving you ultimate energy  
That is just right to comfort your soul. 
If you push away though 
How would you ever know? 
The progress can be quite painful 
Bringing stress and anger 
Mixed with doubt seeping from your pore's 
Do not reek defeat 
When the battle has yet to begin 
Regain your composure  
Retain your pungent odor 
Transform to refreshing 
And recycle what you're investing
You are meant to make an impact 
A purpose no one else can influence 
Your whole being was uniquely created 
for greatness. 
Gigantic or small in stature 
You will never know your pasture 
If you resist the irrigation your destiny is after 
So please... 
Grow and sow your bountiful fruits to this Earth 
There is someone out there that needs you 
Someone who's path needs your direction 
Just do not test it 
Let the nature of its grace be unexpected 
Live like you already know your essence 
It will come to you when the time is essential 
Yet until then... 
Continue to explore your whole potential.

        
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